I've had this quilt top in my closet for almost 3 years now.
Total Intimidation. It would smirk at me in a very condescending arrogance every time I stared at its possibilities. Like, I'm better than you. I could've just tied it up and stuck it in a dark corner, but that wouldn't have stopped it from yelling at me. It needed some real live quilting skills. I had decided on trading something of much value with a Quilted Sister to finish it for me.
However, I was inspired. And determined.
So I jumped in and accepted the consequences, which I love. I put a ruffle and an old button from my Grandma's stash on it (thanks mom), because the more I worked, the more personal it became. I love it.
I learned a couple valuable lessons:
don't make a plan.
there's always a pucker.
buy a walking foot. I'm not sure why exactly.
and a good quilt feels...good.
I'm proud of myself.